Chapter 134 Light Board Support
In the ward, time seemed to be paused by the colorful magic light sign.
All of Yu Ling's movements - the strength of pulling the box, the anger of bumping into Zhao Chen, the tears streaming down her face - were completely frozen when she saw the big words "The Glory of the Pancake Man - A Gift to the President's Wife!" on the phone screen, which were flashing with colorful laser lights and baring their fangs!
A sense of absurdity so strong that it could make her soul leave her body, struck her whole body like high voltage electricity!
Pancake Man?
Glory?!
And it even has colorful flashing special effects?!
"puff--!"
The pent-up anger and resentment in her chest were abruptly dispelled by this earth-shattering and soul-stirring scene! Yu Ling stumbled, nearly choking to death on her own saliva! She coughed furiously, tears and snot covering her face, her pale face instantly turning the color of liver!
Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stared at the arrogant projection on her phone. Then she looked at the man who was blocking the door in front of her, his face as white as paper, his palms bleeding, but his eyes as stubborn as a donkey... Her brain CPU was completely burned out by this absurd and tragic combination of punches!
Is this a fucking magical realist car crash scene?!
Gu's company collapsed, shareholders jumped ship, Xinghui amassed profits... This major event rocked Haicheng's financial world... and the backdrop was a colorful "Gift for the Chairman's Wife"?!
"Cough... cough cough... Zhao... Zhao Chen!" Yu Ling coughed so hard her lungs hurt. After finally catching her breath, her fingers, pointing at the phone screen, trembled like Parkinson's disease, and her voice cracked. "This... this thing... was it you... you who did this?!"
The huge shock and the feeling of being burnt on the outside and tender on the inside after being struck by lightning temporarily suppressed the overwhelming anger, and even the questions seemed empty.
Zhao Chen was clearly overwhelmed by this unexpected "god-given assist." Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his pupils trembled as he stared at the colorful characters on the screen. A mixture of "bewildered" and "who the hell did this?!" crossed his face. But only for a moment!
Let's take advantage of this golden opportunity when Yu Ling was temporarily offline due to being shocked!
Zhao Chen's right hand, still dripping with blood and wrapped like a dumpling, shot out like a lurking venomous snake. Fast! Accurate! Fierce! With a fierce determination and... completely ignoring the excruciating pain of his wound, he clamped down on the metal handle of Yu Ling's suitcase!
"Hiss!" The sharp pain made him gasp, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face as white as a wall! But that hand was welded to the pull rod like a pair of pliers, and his knuckles were so hard that they turned blue, and the gauze was instantly soaked with a larger patch of scarlet!
"Lingling..." His voice trembled with pain, and he forced a twisted, ingratiating, and tentative smile. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were fixed on Yu Ling's stunned face. "...The...the signboard...isn't it bright enough?" He swallowed hard, his saliva stained with blood, and tried to act the most cowardly, throwing out the most outrageous chips, "...can...can it cover some...interest?"
With his bloody and painful hand, he pointed at the blinding "Glory of the Pancake Man" on the screen, his eyes full of desperate expectation and childish seriousness, as if it was something really valuable!
"Deduct...deduct interest?!" Yu Ling was utterly horrified by this ridiculous logic! She looked at Zhao Chen's hand, blood gushing through the gauze from his grip on the lever, then at the colorful, childish words on the screen. A wave of absurd rage, mixed with a sense of powerlessness, washed over her like a tsunami!
"Zhao Chen! Did the door squeeze your brain?! Or have you been marinated by Gu Qianqian's poison?!"
She was so angry that her whole body was shaking with anger, and her voice was so shrill that it could pierce the eardrums, "Let go! Now! Now! Let go! I need to go to the psychiatric department! Now! Now! Emergency room! See if I am crazy too for arguing with you here about whether the Colorful Pancake Man can pay off the debt!!"
She roared and used all her strength to pry open Zhao Chen's hand that was tightly gripping the lever and bleeding profusely! The cold metal lever was stained with his warm blood, making it slippery and even harder to pry open!
"Psychiatry?" Zhao Chen's eyes lit up as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw! Although his vision was blacking out from the pain, his left hand, which was still intact, plunged into the pocket of his hospital gown stained with blood and paper scraps as fast as lightning!
This time, what he took out was not a Band-Aid or a salary card.
It was a stack—a thick stack! At least a dozen sheets!—printed with the gold-stamped logo of Haicheng's top private psychiatric hospital...specialist appointment registration forms!
The bill was crumpled, obviously it had been put in his pocket eight hundred times.
Each one was clearly printed with the names, titles, and appointment times of top psychiatrists! The first appointment started at 8:00 AM tomorrow, and the appointments were scheduled all the way to the end of next month! The topmost one, in the expert column, listed an internationally renowned expert, with registration fees starting in the five figures!
Zhao Chen used his left hand, which was stained with blood and paper scraps, to solemnly and as if offering an imperial seal, he stuffed the heavy stack of registration forms into Yu Ling's palm without any explanation!
The voice was filled with unquestionable certainty and a strange, "I'm very professional" seriousness:
"I've prepared it a long time ago..." He panted, but the look behind his gold-rimmed glasses was very serious, even a bit like asking for credit, "...Mr. Wang...will personally...show it to you..." He paused, as if trying to recall a difficult word, and then announced in a decisive and word-by-word manner:
"…Experts have confirmed your condition! The scientific name is—'Tycoon Lady PTSD'!"
"A… rich lady ptsd?!" Yu Ling was completely petrified! She looked down at the pile of registration forms in her hand, which could kill someone, then looked up at Zhao Chen's serious (and pale) face, which was filled with "I'm doing this for your own good" and "I'm super professional." A chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head!
This disease name… he just made it up, didn’t he?! Absolutely! What serious expert would come up with something so outrageous?!
"Yes!" Zhao Chen said firmly, as if reading an imperial decree, "...post-traumatic stress disorder...a specific variant..."
He tried to sound authoritative, even though the pain twitched the corners of his mouth. "...The clinical manifestations...are...a severe...rejection...of the 'rich' identity...and the related...deceptive behaviors...accompanied by...cognitive confusion...and...violent tendencies..."
His eyes swept meaningfully over Yu Ling's hand that was still twisting his fingers, and the shoulder bag on the ground that she had mistaken for a weapon.
Yu Ling: “…”
She felt that her three views were being bombarded by this man with colorful light signs and mental illness diagnosis certificates, shattered into QR codes!
"So!" Zhao Chen took a deep breath, as if he had finally made a major judgment. The look behind his gold-rimmed glasses became unusually compassionate and heavy. His blood-spurting hand, gripping the suitcase handle, tightened its grip, as if announcing his fate.
“…This disease…must be cured!”
"…and…"
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